August 6, 2006
Tylia's gold Solarith by Ae'ran's bronze Knephyth
Impressees: Indira and gold Geneveth, K'tai and brown Ixeneth, Milowyn and brown Zemesuth, D'ion and blue Svodamirth, Tasha and green Akhelamath, Soraya and green Nilanuath
-*- High Reaches Weyr - Galleries (#1408) -*-
Tiered rows are cut into the stone of the hatching cavern, looking down over the heated sands below. From the entrance, one steps out onto a flat platform that runs the perimeter, a railing seperating it from the sands; stairs run upwards at various points to provide access to the long rows of benches. For the most part, the galleries are unadorned, the focus intended to be on the Hatching instead of personal comfort. One cordoned-off section, however, includes padded seating for the use of visiting notables. An extra set of steps, wider and shallower than those into the galleries, runs from the platform to the sands below, but a posted sign warns against wandering there without permission.
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Firelizards: Brendal and Scary
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Cavern Entrance
Public Announcement from Hassaleah: The dragons at High Reaches are starting to gather on the ledges by the Sands and hum--the Hatching is swiftly approaching. If you're interested in attending, just @tel #1408 to reach the galleries, and please remember to check the rules!
From the Sands, Hassaleah comes out at a swift walk, her queen already up with a prime ledge space, golden throat vibrating visibly with the hum of welcome. The eggs are, however, motionless still, a fact which reassures the Weyrwoman when she enters. "The Candidates should be on their way, the meat is set... good. We're good!" The exclamation would almost seem to be giving the eggs permission to hatch, but they don't rise to the bait, not just yet. She finds a shady but in no way cool spot off to one side of the sands, and looks out over the clutch, gnawing on her lip anxiously.
From the Sands, It's not surprise that Tylia is already present on the Sands, standing rather dutifully near her queen's tail. Solarith has her head raised, a deep thrumming echoing from her as she urges the eggs to hatch. "They've wiggled once or twice, but haven't been doing much since then," Tylia relays to Hassaleah as she notices the Senior Weyrwoman entering. A brief glance is given to the entrance, though her gaze flickers back towards Hassaleah when she doesn't see any candidates just yet. "Were half the candidates asleep? They're a tad late." she jokes lightly with a grin.
From the Sands, Hassaleah's voice is tense as she responds, "I have no idea. You know how it is. They can't manage to get their sandals on the right feet once they know the dragons are on the way, no matter how hard we try to drill into them--" But oh, there they are, speak of the devils themselves. "Here we go! Okay, folks, bow and get into your circle, you know the drill!"
From the Sands, Foaming Beaker of Green Goo Egg certainly could make people dizzy as it shifts from side to side with impatience, wobbling back and forth in frantic effort. After only a few twitches it seems to have worn itself out, though. Silence once more.
From the Sands, P'aolo slips into the cavern entrance, already sporting a light sweat. Someone was in a hurry to get here. He walks slowly around to what is no doubt his designated, you must be -here-, sand standing spot and sheds his riding jacket, laying it neatly over one arm. He does atleast seem genuinely eager to see if he'd missed anything.
From the Sands, Dancing Psychedelic Amoebas Egg shudders, rocking slowly back and forth upon its little mound of sand. It pauses a moment, as if deciding what to do before another wracking jerk from inside sends it tumbling down from it's perch to wobble and dance upon the sands at the base. Twisting, turning, spinning from its wild descent, it finally settles quietly with the tapered end to lower and the fat end high in the air.
From the Sands, Kertai moves into a spot on the right side of the circle. His feet already starting to sweat from heat of the hatching sands as he stood there. He closes his hands and opens them again with a slight air of nervousness around him.
From the Sands, Indira is awkward at best, wiping anxiety-induced sweat from a brow certain to be damp again shortly from the heat. She stops to give a bow, tries to change it into a curtsy midway and ends up with an odd-looking bob in the end. The candidate behind her nearly runs into her and she lets out a sigh, then quickly shuffles out of the way and into a spot in the loose semi-circle of white robes.
From the Sands, Isa enters the hatching cavern carefully, stepping forward to bow to Solarith and Knephyth in turn. Her eyes gaze at the clutchmom and dad, then she nods to herself before moving to her spot in the circle, on the left side.
From the Sands, Wyoh steps out onto the sand, shying away from the intense and sudden heat before he gulps a lump down his throat and inches closer to Gadeion. Fingers wrap around the other male candidate's hand and a smirk draws across his lips. "Good luck," is said in a hushed voice before he makes his way further out, dearly dragging poor Gade with him before he drops into a quick but proper bow to the dame and sir. With the formalities over and done with he makes a point to follow after Milowyn.
From the Sands, Foaming Beaker of Green Goo Egg suddenly begins to rock back and forth in a violent manner. On the second time 'round, it falls over with a soft *THUNK*. One whole side of the egg now has a myriad of tiny cracks spreading across it. Looks like the beaker broke, though whatever is inside isn't ready to come out yet.
From the Sands, Soraya makes her way into cavern that houses the sands along with the rest of the group of candidates. A gracefully performed, for the nervousness that's sure to be in her head, curtsy goes towards the golden dame watching over her clutch, as well as the sire of the clutch and their riders. That done she moves to spread out onto the sands somewhere near Isa.
From the Sands, Well-Preserved Entrails Egg lurches to one side and then the other, looking quite like someone who's about to be sick. After another moment or so, it gives another feeble twitch before subsiding again. Strength is needed before another attempt can be made.
From the Sands, Milowyn looks a bit like a bird, constantly looking over her shoulder before following into a dainty curtsy to Solarith and Knephyth. Brown eyes flicker over towards Wyoh and with a furious blush she ducks in-between two different candidates, wedging herself in quite well so that there's no change of getting followed. The candidates she sneaks between protest in quiet grumbles as their hands unlock but its there their complaining stops.
From the Sands, Tasha follows Kertai out onto the sands, a bit nervous as she should be. She dosen't seem to notice the heat under her feet yet, but her eyes take in teh wobbling eggs and then the parents. TUrning towards them, she respectfully bows to Solarith and Knephyth, then turn to find herself a place out in the sands.
From the Sands, Gadeion wanders out behind the others, still tugging his robe into plave as he bites down on his lips and glaces around. When he's latched upon, he simply stares and shrugs. "Same to you, lad." Wink. He bows along with Wyoh as they settle in place. "Well, here we are. And here's to hoping everything goes well. Nevermind that he's squeezing that hand a little harder...
From the Sands, Foaming Beaker of Green Goo Egg splits open to leave a delicate green hatchling on the sands.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Roslina and green Franith >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, J'cob follows the candidates onto the sands, offering a deep bow the Solarith, Knephyth and their riders before he moves off to one side. Turning, he watches critically as the candidates show their respect, nodding slightly as they do so and move out just as instructed.
From the Sands, Khiila makes it to the sands and nerves catch up as the temperature rises. Nevermind the noise, or the motion of the eggs which are suddenly all to large and all to close. A gentle nudge from the candidate behind her gets her legs moving again to join the line as they spread out on the sands. She bows to the clutch parents and riders and then can't help but focus on the eggs.
From the Sands, Tylia retreats to a safe out-of-the way portion of the Sands to view the hatching, once she's sure that all the candidates have made it safely out onto the Sands. Solarith seems rather oblivious at the moment, considering all her concentration is going into singing the hatchlings out of their eggs. The intensity of her humming increases marginally as the first egg hatches and impression is made.
From the Sands, Dancing Psychedelic Amoebas Egg almost seems to contort, flakes of shell falling to the sands, revealing a pale, inner lining of membrane. All of a sudden, the tapered end digs deep into the sands and sends the larger end head over heels, to land with a thump on the other side. Exhaustion seems to set in as once again the egg falls silent, gathering energy for that final debut.
From the Sands, Indira peeks over as the Wyoh-Gade-Milo trio end up beside her and she shifts in that direction, flashing them all a quick smile. "Good luck to all of you," she offers, then winces as Roslina bellows her news. "Well that was quick," she mumbles, running the back of her arm over her brow again in a gesture half nervous, half neccessity.
From the Sands, Kertai watches as the green hatchling makes its impression and he gives a smile towards Roslina. "Way to go," mutters Tai as he then looks back at the eggs and then scans the faces of the other candidates. He looks down at Tasha near him and says, "It's going to be fine. Just stay calm." What he said was meant for her as much as him. He looks back at the eggs and gulps slightly.
From the Sands, Soraya hasn't had time to notice the heat beneath her feet just yet, though it seems they'd made it to the sands just in time as the first hatchling spills out of her shell and finds her lifemate. A smile of congratulations is sent towards the new pair before she glances to Isa. Well.. this is it.
From the Sands, Isa blinks in surprise, her hand covering her mouth as the girl bellows her news to the cavern and other people. She grins slightly, more bouyant. "Good luck!" She remarks, before grinning at Soraya.
From the Sands, Khiila blinks and it seems in that moment the first is hatched and impressed. Fast, way to fast, much faster than the weyrbrats for sure. She shifts from foot to foot, more nervous than ever.
From the Sands, Wyoh offers a thin grin to Gadeion as he glances down at his palm and the extra pressure being placed on it. A brief glance of teeth can be made out before Wyoh's head whips about and blue eyes take in the first impression, a green. "That's not good luck, is it?" He murmurs before tipping forwards to try to get a look at Milowyn. A charming smile is flashed before he looks back to the eggs, watching them shake and quiver before Indira's words draw him out of his stupour. "You too! Be quick on your feet! No getting mauled, I don't wanna clean up the mess."
From the Sands, Well-Preserved Entrails Egg's occupant must be moving quite a bit. As it rolls and twists and turns within, the shell begins to bulge unpleasantly with a large crack splitting down the middle. It almost looks like the disgusting looking colors on its surface are moving.
From the Sands, Tasha smiles faintly as she sidles over next to Kertai and nods, "I know, I know. It'll be okay, I'm sure. I know..." Yeah, thats a but confusing, but hey, Hatching Day makes the wierdest come out of folks, right?
From the Sands, Milowyn is being rather anti-social, or perhaps it's just trying to inch away from Wyoh and perhaps get the other candidate to forget that she even exists. Either way Milo doesn't give any response to the smile and instead tries to inch further away before Indira's question snags her. "Good luck to you, as well." And then the girl falls silent and just watches.
From the Sands, Dancing Psychedelic Amoebas Egg is quiet, perhaps leaving one to wonder if maybe the occupant had given up finally, after trying so hard. But then... what's that? Perhaps it's a heat wave off the sands, for the egg seems to shrink as if sucking in a large breath of air. Many moments pass and then, finally, the egg shatters, colored shell flying everywhere and dumping Illegitimate Son of a Peasant Brown Hatchling square on his nose.
From the Sands, J'cob moves over toward Tylia as his assistant moves over toward Roslina and Franith, speaking softly to them and leading them to the sides of the sands. Reaching his weyrmate, Jake offers her a gentle smile as he reaches out to take her hand. "Never gets old, does it?" he murmurs to her, turning his attention to the sands once more.
From the Sands, Gadeion simply peers over and smirks before glancing back over to the chaos on the sands in awe. "That was so fast," he mutters while maintaining his grip on Wyoh. Mauled? Hell, if there is a dragon stampeding towards them, he'd be dragging the pair with him!
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Illegitimate Son of a Peasant Brown Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, P'aolo didn't miss the first to break shell. Goal achieved! He has once again staved off being able to be labeled a 'bad' Weyrleader. He loosens up considerably, now watching the hatching with a spectator's energy and tugging on the collar of his shirt. Stupid. Conclave. Dress-shirt. He applauds the first impression, eyes combing the sand for the next, the uncomfortable collar forgotten nomentarily.
From the Sands, Isa blinks, her breath caught as the egg shatters. Her eyes are wide as the brown tumbles out, and she awws momentarily at his position on the sands.
From the Sands, Soraya unconsciously shifts a bit as the heat works it's way though her thin sandals. "You too." she replies to Isa as another of the eggs cracks in two bringing the second hatchling into view.
From the Sands, Kertai looks back down at Tasha and smiles, but the cracking of the shell attracts his attention. He spots the brown as it noseplants in the sand. He couldn't help but chuckle, but he soon quiets.
From the Sands, Indira's brows go up a hint, then she just shakes her head, smirk lingering. "I'll do my best," she remarks to Wyoh. Then there is the sound of shattering and the arrival of the dashing copper-tinged brown. A low whistle is her only comment, and she shifts her weight a bit, on alert.
From the Sands, Illegitimate Son of a Peasant Brown Hatchling creels loudly as he unburies his muzzle from the sands, shaking his head violently to dislodge all the clingy, little particles. Whuffling, huffing, he stares about him with reddish-yellow eyes, silent. Staring. One wing twitches, testing just how all these body parts work. The second follows only moments after-- then paws, tail, neck. So many! Creeling in confusion, the little brown eventually manages to make it to his four paws, wings dragging in the sands. And it's towards those white blobs that he heads, whimpering and crying pitifully.
From the Sands, Hassaleah relaxes visibly once her Weyrleader has arrived. "Took your sweet time, didn't you?" she hisses at him. "Come on, come over here. At least you're dressed decently, there's something to be said for that. We seem to have gotten all the Candidates out without anybody tripping over someone else and getting killed, so there's that to be said." Eyes on the brown, the Weyrwoman gentles her voice a little. "It's going well enough."
From the Sands, It's Not Easy Being a Green Egg gives the tiniest little twitch. It's such a small movement that it may barely be noticeable to anyone watching. Thankfully it decides to repeat the movement once or twice more, just incase anyone didn't notice it in the first place. Obviously the occupant inside isn't quite ready to emerge just yet, as it soon falls silent again.
From the Sands, Tasha is just watching with wide-eyes. Wow, just wow.. A quick smile is on her lips as the brow nosedives, but she just watches, in awe. "Nice." she murmurs, more to herself than Kertai, but I'm sure he can hear her.
From the Sands, Tylia applauds politely for the first Impression is made, though soon quiets down in order to watch the hatching proceed better. J'cob's approach is greeted with a grin, and she reaches out to take his hand, "Nah. It never will, I suppose." The arrival of the brown is greeted with a wince and a quiet on-the-side comment, "He certainly didn't land right. Hope he's alright."
From the Sands, Wyoh wrinkles his nose up at the hatching of the brown. "Are they all so.. bad at hatching?" The comment is said through the side of his mouth, directed at Gade but most likely others could have heard it even with the chaos of dragons popping out what seems like every which way. Wyoh untwines his fingers from Gadeion's just long enough to wipe the sweaty surface across the thigh of his robe. Ew.
From the Sands, Well-Preserved Entrails Egg splits open to leave a patrician bronze hatchling on the sands.
From the Sands, Khiila never really had a favorite among the eggs and she just trys to watch all the wobbling ones as best she can. There's a whispered word to the candidate next to her now and then, but mostly there is being in the moment and trying to follow instructions previously given. Eyes settle on the brown and she can't help but smile, "Cutie..." is muttered, but whatever else is shared is lost int eh confusion of the sands.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< R'dill and bronze Jeseniuth >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Gadeion blinks and takes a deep breath at the appearance of the next hatching. "A brown," he begins while swallowing hard and nodding with a nervous smile. He reaches up and tugs on the collar of his robe, wincing when he catches the faceplant! Ow! "Well, they just got out of their egg? What do you expect being so cramped in there?"
From the Sands, Isa watches the brown, hiding a small giggle, before she turns her head quickly to the bronze! "Whoa!" She breathes, as the bronze goes straigt for R'dill.
From the Sands, Kertai gulps a bit more as the brown heads for the candidates. He catches Tasha's comment and it makes a small smile appear in his lips. "Yeah, he is, isn't he," says Tai quietly to himself. The bronze and the new rider gets a bigger smile. He looks back at the unhatched eggs and the calling brown.
From the Sands, Tasha grins broadly and claps her hands for R'dill, beaming pleasantly. She's all for cheering people on tonight, afterall...its all about the dragons, right? Yes! Pretty, lookit all the activity around her, she's lovin' it.
From the Sands, Lasse, the weyrlingmaster assistant, hurries out to gather up R'dill and Jeseniuth, leading them toward the first Impressed pair with quiet words.
From the Sands, Milowyn shifts from foot to foot and keeps an eye on the eggs, if a hatching happens to get too close to her she quickly skitters away. Occasional 'oohs' and 'ahhs' bubble up from her and she giggles randomly at times before whispering congratulations at the newly impressed.
From the Sands, Soraya's blue eyes watch the sands intently. A second impression is made and a note of congratulations is sent towards the pair before attention focuses back onto the unhatched eggs and the brown finding his feet.
From the Sands, It's Not Easy Being a Green Egg wobbles back and forth, looking as though it were dizzy and about to fall over. A faint crack splits the perfect green surface, starting at the very tip and slowly working its way down across the side. Even though it looks as though the hatchling could emerge right now if it wanted, it obviously needs to rest a bit more, as the egg slows to a stop once again.
From the Sands, Illegitimate Son of a Peasant Brown Hatchling almost reaches the first group set before before those foul wings upset him. Once again, he gets a lovely taste of gritty, nasty sand. Coughing loudly, he bleats oddly and sits upon his haunches, turning whirling eyes upon the wings that had been his undoing. Sighing audibly, he makes the very obvious strain of keeping them up and out of the sand as he sets off once more. First group of candidates are passed without so much as a how-do-you-do. Second group he plows right into, shoving them aside as he goes, heavy head swinging every which way as he seeks to find that very special one. But no... they're not here. So he heads on, his cries rising and falling, growing more insistant.
From the Sands, Kertai watches as the brown moves through the first group, and then plows through the second group and he winces a bit. "Are they all that harsh when they are first out of the shell?" mutters Tai as he watches.
From the Sands, Wyoh's jaw drops and as the newest High Reachian bronzer is born, "Him? But.. he doesn't ever say a word! How could a bronze impress him? I just lost a quarter mark betting he got blue." And as to Gade, well... "They shouldn't fall on their nose. It looks bad." A finger is pulled up and he stabs Gadeion in the shoulder. "Everything is about looks, you know that more than anyone."
From the Sands, Single Celled Egg gives a little bounce of a twitch, almost as though it only just now woke up. It seems to move in slow motion and only gives a few lazy wiggles here and there. Obviously the occupant isn't bothered enough to try to hatch any further at the moment.
From the Sands, Indira gives a shout of congratulations as R'dill Impresses his bronze lifemate, though it's likely lost in the chaos. Her smile is well and truly settled on her lips until the awkward brown goes plowing through a group of candidates not too far away. She flings out a hand in an unconscious gesture of protection that happens to be waved in Gadeion's direction. She glances down and notices it, blushes a hint, and crosses her arms around her middle instead. "R'dill's got potential," she mumbles toward Wyoh, then her eyes are back on the wobbling eggs.
From the Sands, Tasha shrugs faintly and glances at Tai a moment, befoer gaze is back at the Hatchlings. "Dunno, Never seen 'em this close before." she comments, just staring in a little awe at the Dragonling.
From the Sands, Isa watches as the brown completly skips the first group to move brutally through the second. "Ouch." She comments off-handidly, wincing.
From the Sands, P'aolo drops his eyes and shifts to the new assigned spot. Enduring his scold with his smile turning nervously clung to. Once her attention slips off of him though, he exhales. It is said, 'Don't provoke wild animals in Reaches.' Well wild animals don't provoke Hassaleah. A belief he's very commited to not test for himself. But.. he's distracted by the hatching, getting engrossed.
From the Sands, Gadeion winces and messes Wyoh's hair at that. "Looks can be deceiving," he mutters while peering through narrowed eyes towards him. He offers a mischievious grin before redirecting his attentions back towards the sands. Theres a little wiggle of fingers towards Indira...
From the Sands, Khiila loses sight of the hatchlign brown for a bit, watching the rocking motions of the green egg and cheering for the newest rider. A bronze, who would have guessed, ah well, better him than her. One thing she won't have to worry about watching to closely. The brown swings into her field of vision again, watching as he passes by many candidates she would have guessed worthy, but then its only the dragon that knows. Since he's far enough off she looks back a moment to the single celled egg and the green egg, wondering which might hatch next.
From the Sands, Soraya is a part of that first group, which the brown hatchling passes by. She's alert to his presence but thankfully its not her who is one of those who's run into, though they do get her sympathies as well as a wince. That had to have hurt. But then there's so much going on on the sands which eggs rocking, cracking and hatching and candidates waiting to see what happens next, not much time can be spent watching any one thing.
From the Sands, Hassaleah beams at the bronze's Impression, though this is nothing that should surprise anyone around the Weyr. "What did I tell you?" she asks nobody in particular, though her Weyrleader would probably be the closest bet. "He's a good boy. Growing up to do, of course. But doesn't everyone? He'll be a Wingleader one day, mark my words, or I'm a trundlebug's grandmother."
From the Sands, It's Not Easy Being a Green Egg suddenly moves again, but this time with much more fervor than before! A few more ungainly wobbles back and forth and the crack in its side begins to widen. One, two, CRACK. The side of the egg splits open and the shell turns to shards, spilling A Little Bit of Radiation Green Hatchling onto the sands.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< A Little Bit of Radiation Green Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Isa raises an eyebrows at Soraya. Her attention is held by the rocking egg that suddenly cracks, and she scrambles back a few steps before giving a amazed, "Ooo!"
From the Sands, Wyoh watches the indecisive brown, eyes fighting to take in everything at once--only to fail horribly--paying attention to the eggs, Indira, and Gadeion all that the same time really proves too much. "Potential? All he did was carve little animals and suck up to Hassaleah." Wyoh grumbles, tone positively full of annoyance and the ruffling of his hair only makes matters worse as Wyoh pulls back a fist and /almost/ swings it at Gade's shoulder before it drops to his side and he just simmers quietly, watching the newest green hatch.
From the Sands, Illegitimate Son of a Peasant Brown Hatchling isn't trying to be rude, but it's hard to move with all these unfocused white objects obstructing one's path! Tangling with one candidate's legs, the little brown manages to get away without hurting the girl, flicking a tail behind him as he stomps off. You're not right. Neither are you. Is he to be left without a partner? But then, there! Oh, there. The sad cries of lonelyness turn into triumphant cries of joy as he skitters, slides and falls through the sands. That voice! That messy hair! That perpetually bored expression! Having reached a lumbering hop-skip of a run, it's at the last moment that the brown trips on an eggshard and goes flying, plowing right into the legs of his chosen one.
From the Sands, Kertai oofs as he's met with a dragon head in his chest and he grins a bit as he kneels down in the sands, wrapping his arms around his his dragon's neck. "I'm yours, Ixeneth." He grins a bit as he calls out to the galleries, "His name is Ixeneth!" He chuckles a bit as he repeats it to himself a good number of times as he hugs his dragon's neck. He grins a bit as he stands up and says, "I guessed you would be hungry, come on."
From the Sands, Milowyn's gaze bounces from the brown to green until finally one decides on a lifemate. "Yay! Go Kertai!" She bounces in place and waves at him, even if perhaps he'll never hear her words or see her hand. It's the thought that counts, isn't it?
From the Sands, Soraya attention is momentarily caught by Isa's movement. "Alright?" she asks, her blue eyes following the other girl's line of sight to see the newly hatched green. That's when the brown finally finds his place and Kertai's call to announce the name gets a clap and a "Congratulations Tai!"
From the Sands, Khiila shifts rhythmically from foot to foot on the hot sands, and there, the green egg goes first! The hatchling revealed most interesting, not your typical green, but in a good way. The hatchling gets a long study until Khiila hears a cheer and looks over to see the brown has chosen. Ah, she smiles, what a choice in deed and adds her cheers to that of the others before looking back to the green and rocking eggs.
From the Sands, A Little Bit of Radiation Green Hatchling flops to the sands in a rather undignified manner, having landed directly on her belly instead of her feet. The act of being dumped unceremoniously onto the sands with all these people watching seems to be too much for her. With a pitiful creel, she begins to work at getting her feet back underneath her. One try, and then another fall. Second try, and she manages to boost herself back onto her feet, despite the fact she's still a bit wobbly. It takes her a moment or two to regain her bearings, but she soon starts to creep her way across the sand towards the intimidating row of Candidates, obviously being very careful about where she steps now. She's already embarrassed herself enough for the day!
From the Sands, Tasha holds her breath slightly as the brown finds his lifemate, wait for it...and she raises a cheer! Looking to Tai, she grins broadly, "Congrats, Tai! COngrats!" she cheers, moving /quite/ away from the pait. Pout, there goes Tai.. Now who should she stand near? She's positively thrilled for him.
From the Sands, J'cob gives Tylia's hand a tight squeeze before he slips his out of her's, moving swiftly toward Kertai and Ixeneth, though his gait seems a little... off and uncomfortable. A few of the candidates he passes get suspicious looks before he reaches the newly Impressed pair. "Congratulations. Ixeneth? Follow me, you two." Turning, he leads the brown pair to the side of the sands. "Relax, enjoy watching the rest of the Hatching." With that, he moves back to his mate's side, watching once more.
From the Sands, Isa watches the brown plow into his new rider, and give a creeling cry of triumph. "Kertai! Go 'Tai! Woo!" She cheers for her friend and his Ixeneth. She watches the green try and she smiles sorrowfully. "Look, she's having problems..."
From the Sands, Strands of Double Helix Egg suddenly begins to twitch and spasm, a cascade of sand flying away from its base as it moves around. Soon it builds enough momentum to start rocking back and forth slightly. Whatever is inside is struggling valiantly to break free of its prison, though the black shell seems unyielding. After another few moments, the egg falls silent once more.
From the Sands, P'aolo nods in that active listening sort of way though he's rather transfixed by the eggs, and thusly not looking at her. "Anything's possible." Another closely held belief. "But uh! Not that I mean you're a trundlebug's anything, let- let alone anything's grandmother, Ma'am. Hassaleah. Weyrwoman." And he was such a care-free, happy-go-lucky child. Coughing into his fist for a moment to buy him a second to think without his mouth opening. That fortuitous moment would be the impression of the brown. Great escape with the applause and the cheers.
From the Sands, Indira arches a brow at Wyoh, and her near slug of Gadeion's arm brings a grin. Before she can reply though, Ixeneth has found his one and only and her brows go up. "Kertai! Well done!" She waves as he passes with the hungry hatchling, murmuring, "He's such a handsome brown," mostly to herself.
From the Sands, Vibrations course through the shell of Single Celled Egg as the occupant once again tries to crack its egg prison. It twitches once, then twice, then three times. Each wave of movement causes flurries of shards to shake away from the egg, which is quickly beginning to break apart. Just when it looks like it may open, though, it falls silent again.
From the Sands, Gadeion glances over and cheers, "Congratulations Kertai! You did it!" And with all his cheering, he is jerking about his arm attachment. Poor, poor Wyoh. Gade glances down towards Wyoh and smirks. "That's another five marks when I get back to the hall." Heh.
From the Sands, K'tai follows J'cob to the side of the hatching galleries and grins slightly. He obtains meat for Ixeneth and starts to feed him. A routine is soon established as he starts to glance over to the sands, watching his friends. He gives a wave to the ones who waved at him and continues to feed Ixeneth.
From the Sands, Wyoh just happens to catch the Weyrlingmaster's stiff movement and there's a creep of a smile that briefly wiggles itself upon those lips before it's gone and once more the candidate is looking out towards the see of sand, eggs, and baby dragons. Kertai gets no real congratulation, he just wrinkles his nose and turns his head the other way and Gade's first few words are ignored. "Meh, whatever." Is all he manages to get out before doing the whole egg staring thang.
From the Sands, Strands of Double Helix Egg stirs into life again as its occupant begins another barrage of assaults against the shell. It's almost as if the hatchling inside were testing the strength of the shell in different spots. A bit of shell bulges out near the top, then one near the bottom, then one on the side. It isn't long before the outside of the shell is riddled with hairline cracks, but the egg falls still again.
From the Sands, A Little Bit of Radiation Green Hatchling seems to have gotten the hang of this "walking" business, considering the fact that her pace has quickened quite a bit since she left her pile of eggshells behind. Even so, she still takes very ladylike strides, apparently not wanting to rush too much into her new future. She has to make sure she chooses right, afterall! Passing the lines of candidates, she begins inspecting them very carefully. Not that one, nor that one. Certainly not that one! She passes another whole group of candidates without a second look, as well.
From the Sands, Khiila chuckles at something the candidate next to her says. Amid the rocking eggs her gaze falls to sympathy for the newborn greens plight. Still, she will find her way, they always do. Ah, an there she goes. Gaze shifts between the young green's progress along the line and the still many rocking eggs, simply waiting for whatever is to come.
From the Sands, Soraya awws. "Poor thing." she agrees with a sideways look towards Isa. "Looks like she's got it now..." Mostly.. Hopefully? What is that now? Three impressions...
From the Sands, Sweet Succession Egg teeters drunkenly, as if trying to fight the forces of gravity. One side wins definitively, leaving the egg cockeyed on the sand, as though gravity were somehow stronger on there. It goes still as if to contemplate another plan for escape.
From the Sands, Isa gives asideways glance back, an eyebrow raised and a grin on her face. It's cute, and half-way amusing to watch the poor green. "Yeah."
From the Sands, Indira straightens a bit as the green wanders past, then leans forward to watch the little one's progress. Dipping an approving sort of nod, she settles back on the heels of her feet, rocking back and forth a bit to keep the heat down. The Strands of Double Helix and Sweet Succession eggs get a lingering glance each, but it seems the first will be the next to hatch so she splits her attention between it and the wandering green.
From the Sands, Milowyn's eyes don't leave the green as she partakes of her first steps of life, there's something very sweet about the whole ordeal. Yet once she gets walking Milo is sure to move out of her way if she heads in her direction.
From the Sands, A Little Bit of Radiation Green Hatchling begins to look rather dejected as she passes another large grouping of candidates, this time all boys. Twitching her wings anxiously, she slows to a stop, craning her neck to look down the whole group of white-robed figures. Where, oh where? Certainly they must be here! But just then, something seems to catch her attention and excitement seems to flood her entire figure. No longer paying attention to her steps, nor how wobbly she looks, she starts forward again at a rather quick, awkward pace. After passing several more candidates, she abruptly stops in front of one in particular, gazing hopefully up at their face.
From the Sands, Tasha is just going to watch, just liek Wyoh is..in fact, she kinda slides towards Wyoh, to make conversation you know..or something. "Heya, Wyoh." she comments, watching the gren Impress...and there's that growing grin on her young face. Lookie!
From the Sands, Soraya blinks down as the green stops in front of .. her. "Her name is Nilanuath!" she exclaims to those gathered, her voice dropping to address the green with a soft pat on her head. "That's a beautiful name, and of course we can find you something to eat." she says with a bit of a chuckle as she's lead off to join the rest of those who have already impressed.
From the Sands, J'cob looks incredibly uncomfortable and his mood seems to be slowly disintegrating, though he manages a somewhat happy look when the green makes her choice. Moving away from Tylia, he cuts across the sands in his odd gait, eyes sweeping to see if any just might give hint. Reaching Soraya and Nilanuath, he stops, watching the two for a second. "Congratulations," he says, "follow me, please." With that, he leads the way off the sands and towards the growing group of Impressees. Yet again, he returns to Tylia.
From the Sands, Isa looks at Soraya, and she blinks in surprise as the green passes her to stop in front of the girl. "Go Soraya! Woohoo!" She exclaims, grinning.
From the Sands, Indira leans forward to peek around Wyoh, Gade and Milo so she can give Tasha a quick finger-wiggle of a wave when the girl ambles over. Then the chorus of congratulations go up and she gives Soraya a quick smile and a nod. "Did anyone catch what she said her name was?"
From the Sands, Strands of Double Helix Egg gives a little hop as it springs back into life once more. The occupant within starts to tap furiously at the already cracked shell, sending bits of it flying everywhere. After a few moments, the whole right side of the egg collapses in a rush, allowing One with the Jungle Green Hatchling to spill out onto the sands with a creel of surprise.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< One with the Jungle Green Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Khiila is to far for any congratulations to be heard by the new green pair, she'll have to catch up with them after all this is concluded. Nerves are working their magic and sweaty palms wipe on her otherwise pristine robe as she looks from one egg to the next, the line of candidates thinning but to much activity on going for contemplation of the fates decided. Eyes blink a few times to focus as the next emerges.
From the Sands, Isa blinks. "Nilanuath?" She remarks, trying to get her tounge around it before the next green hatches.
From the Sands, Wyoh shifts a bit closer to Gade when Tasha wiggles her way on over and that grin is spied. Blue eyes blink twice, then a third time. "Hey Tasha." And then he drops his voice, "Did you ever do it with Kertai? It's too late now if you haven't." And then it's Wyoh's turn to grin, almost ear to ear before raising yanking his hand out of Gade's to clap energetically for Soraya. "Grats!" And then another green! "Lots of greens this clutch. Lots of proddiness." That smile soo isn't fading.
From the Sands, One with the Jungle Green Hatchling seems just a little surprised, and delighted, at this new discovery as her startled squeak may suggest. The right amount of pressure on that part of the shell, and the whole thing comes apart. Marvelous! Righting herself finally, she spends a few moments examining her wings, fanning them gently as if fascinated by them, or the gooey subsance still clinging to her sails and hide. Finally, giving her head a determined shake, she starts wobbly towards the jungle of white trees scattered about, eager to make her next important discovery.
From the Sands, Pinned Wings and Dust Egg twitches sluggishly, sending off a shower of dried sand but hardly dislodging itself from its special place apart from the others. That tiny movement accomplished, it seems disinclined to make another attempt, but finally evinces a little shiver. Receiving again no result for the effort, the egg settles back into stillness.
From the Sands, Soraya sends a smile over her shoulder towards Isa as she's lead towards the growing group of new pairs. Exciting, yes though the day has been a bit overwhelming to say the least. Once in place out of the way of the rest of those still hatching something is found for the green to eat.
From the Sands, Tasha oohs softly as she watches the next green slide from her egg. Isn't it just exciting? Yeah. She snorts and shakes her head, grinning at Wyoh. "No, I never did it with Kertai, so you just hush there, Wyoh." she returns, grinning at him broadly. "Yaye Soraya!" All about the cheering.
From the Sands, Gadeion glances over to Wyoh. "Of all the things you think of, you sick little wherry." He peers over to her with a broad grin and turns to watch the green makes it way about the sands. "Beautiful little one," he mutters as he shifts on his feet.
From the Sands, Single Celled Egg splits open to leave a crooked blue hatchling on the sands.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< D'ben and blue Bertoth >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Indira flicks a glance Wyoh's way and smirks at his comments. Rather than adding her own, she simply nods her agreement with Gadeion's assessment, then goes to shove her hands into her pockets. Of course she has none, so she crosses her arms instead, only to whip them back to clap and cheer when D'ben Impresses. "Well done! That's at least one for the Techies!"
From the Sands, Khiila catches the hatching blue, another quick impression and she's comparing notes with her fellow candidate. "heh, well I'm glad i didn't bet..." and there's serious business here, gaze scanning the sands for any more of the dwindling eggs which might look likely to reveal their secrets as well the progress of the newest green, craning her head to peer down the line of candidates one way and the next, now where did she go?
From the Sands, Lasse, the assistant weyrlingmaster, rushes out to collect D'ben and Bertoth, offering them a smile and congratulations as she leads them toward the others.
From the Sands, Isa nods. "Wow...that was fast." She remarks, grinning. However, the green is still here and she smiles.
From the Sands, Wyoh gives a soft sigh and rolls his shoulders at Tasha's reply, "Well too bad. It's fun." And with that he elbows Gade in the ribs and just gets this smug look to his face. "You're just jealous I'm talking about sex with another candidate." And with a comment like that he yanks his hand away from Gade and folds his arms neatly behind his back, looking all the while smug while trying to keep track of what color is hatching out of what egg and who is getting impressed. His head is already starting to hurt.
From the Sands, Milowyn's dark eyes continue to watch the green, though for a moment her gaze drifts over to the blue, watching that Impression occur. While her attention is elsewhere, the girl's attention shifts to Wyoh apprehensively before she looks back to the green and the remainder of the clutch.
From the Sands, Tasha grins slightly to Gadeion, "You didn't expect /him/ to mention something like that, even being it Hatching Day?" she comments, shaking her head slightly and watching the green with the others. She grins at Wyoh, "Take it up with me later, Wyoh...we'll see what I hafta say then, silly." she teases.
From the Sands, One with the Jungle Green Hatchling has finally got the use of those wobbly things at the end of her body, and the pretty gooey things at her sides. Working them in unison, mostly, she crouches down a few lengths away from the odd white creatures roaming around. Lifting her wings, and bringing them around and in front of her, whirling red eyes peek out, observing their antics. The jittery white creatures seem to fascintate her, but more pressing business turns her attention to study one in particular. If only she could seperate that one from the rest of the troupe, maybe it could be taught. Perhaps this one could then go back and teach the others.....
From the Sands, Pinned Wings and Dust Egg tries again, finally, rocking harder this time as the occupant tests her brittle cage. The shell forms a spinner's web of cracks along the upper surface but does not part way, but the persistent attempts at escape finally send it rolling sideways, towards where the other remaining eggs lie. Exhausted, it lies there a moment, collecting energy for another try.
From the Sands, Gadeion shrugs and chuckles. "You never know with him, these days especially." Eyes shift back over towards the green. "My, look at her eyes." He shifts his feet on the sands once more, keeping the grainules from fighting their way in under his feet while he stands. Wonder who it's going to...
From the Sands, Indira blinks once, then twice, then finally she casts a quizzical glance toward the pair beside her. A frown flickers on her features, but then there is more rocking and that thoughtful movement by the green and so she doesn't have time to ponder any further. Instead her attention is back on the Hatching and the eggs that are left, as well as the lovely little green who seems to be focusing more completely now.
From the Sands, Canister of the Heavens Egg tremors vaguely, little grains of sand cascading down from the rounded well it sits in and an eerie stillness follows. It's not long before another quake from within dislodges the egg from it's steady resting place, causing it to tip dangerously, not quite rolling to it's side.
From the Sands, Isa flicks her eye to the green as she glances at the candidates, making Isa feel slightly nervous. However, her attention is caught by the rocking eggs.
From the Sands, Khiila gets nudged in the ribs, a helpful finger pointing out the green's presence nearing the candidates. "Oh, thanks." an embarrassed blush, she'll keep a sharper lookout and attention seems renewed shifting from hatchling to eggs and back.
From the Sands, Wyoh sucks in his bottom lip and holds it firmly between his teeth before letting the subject fall. "Fine, but later, I'll track you down!" I know where you sleep! Well perhaps not anymore. Lip is released and Wyoh just rocks in place, feet secure in his makeshift bootie/sandal thingies. Any looks that he might be getting right now are firmly ignored as more movement starts to flicker through the eggs. "Wonder if they sense each other about to hatch and get lonely." Gaze sneaks up to Gade before he looks away and clears his throat.
From the Sands, Pinned Wings and Dust Egg finally succeeds where previous attempts have failed, a great thrust from within breaking through the shell. It takes her several agonizing minutes to get her nose up through, only a glimpse visible among the egg shards and sticky fluid, but once there she is able to tear through shell and membrane to free herself at last. The Shadowed Pioneer's Path Gold Hatchling takes her first breath and looks out at the assembled Candidates with a lopsided wonder.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Shadowed Pioneer's Path Gold Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Tasha nods her amused agreement to Gadeion, "You're completely right. Who knows with him anyways," she comments, her eyes flickering at the moving eggs and sands, the greenie out there. Lovely...dragons, meow. And then teh gold slides form her egg and Tasha's eyes are only on her.. "Oh Shards, Wyoh...lookit her..she's beautiful." the girl comments quietly, just watching. Awe.
From the Sands, Isa watches the one egg hatch, and she gasps in surprise and delight as the gold hatches and takes her first look. "Oh, she's beautiful..." She remarks, grinning. "But look...her eye..." She says, after a few moments of fixed fasicantion.
From the Sands, Milowyn glances apprehensively once more at the scary Wyoh beast before she slips to the side of one of her fellow candidates who provide good shielding. One can't, after all, remain too close to other individuals on such sands. Other people radiate off heat as well. The appearance of the gold causes the girl to stop and, well, gape of course. It's only the natural reaction, really.
From the Sands, Gadeion turns to look at the gold, "Wow, that an...um...interesting looking gold. Atleast I think it's gold. Is it?" A quizzical look is sent towards Wyoh, along with a shrug. Only one way to find out, just keep on watching what it does. His gaze shifts towards the other girls. Who will he /that/ things rider?
From the Sands, A Tale of Eons Past Egg lurches passively to one side as if pushed over by the motion of another nearby egg. It doesn't seem particularly lively at the moment, and after that shift, it lies still on the sand as though nothing had changed at all.
From the Sands, Indira's eyes aree flickering over the Pinned Wings egg when the little one within manages to tear through shell and membrane to make her entrance. As usual she refrains from comment for a moment, allowing her to look over the hatchling for a beat. Both brows go up, then she flicks a glance toward Gadeion. "Certainly a gold. You just said yourself appearances aren't everything." Still, a hint of a frown drifts briefly over her brow and she nibbles at her lower lip.
From the Sands, Tylia stirs from her previous quietness at the arrival of the gold, giving a surprised blink of her eyes. "Solarith never told me there was a gold egg in this clutch," she comments, looking amazed at the newest hatchling. She leans to one side, attempting to get a better look at the hatchling, giving a slight frown of concern. "You think her eye is alright, J'cob? It looks different."
From the Sands, J'cob stares at the gold and her odd coloring. "Ty..." he murmurs, trailing off and giving Knephyth a long, thoughtful look. Shrugging whatever thoughts he had away, he gives his 'mate a lopsided, slightly pained look. Turning back to the sands, though his gaze constantly goes back to the wandering hatchlings, he scans the clusters of candidates, weight shifting from one foot to the other. Yet it doesn't appear to be from the heat.
From the Sands, One with the Jungle Green Hatchling begins to inch her way forward, careful to not frighten the white robed creatures away. Using her wings as camouflauge, the green observes quiety. Her attention drifts from one to another, before focusing on one in particular. Hmm. That one there looks to have potential. No, the problem still to settle about how to seperate one from the rest. Sneaking up doesn't seem to be working, so why not try a completely new approach. Either way, their reactions are certain to give her something new to consider later. Lifting her head suddenly, she hears her clutch sibling be adored and snorts. Ahhh. So they like shiny things do they. All the better to distract them while she works. With her chioce made, One with the Jungle Green moves forward determinedly and lowers her gaze to meet her new research assistant.
From the Sands, Khiila snorts as the, erm... unique gold emerges. Highly overrated creatures, if she does have a nice solid build. Only enough attention is payed to make sure she stays out of the way of that one, interest remaining upon the closer presence of the green and the other wobbling eggs.
From the Sands, Wyoh makes a face at the arrival of the young queen, nose scrunching up before his tongue lolls out of his mouth, blanching. "Tasha, do you and I see the same thing? 'cause I'm not so sure I'd call her beautiful." Those colors, that look, Wyoh just kind of stares at it in half belief. "Okay, seriously, aren't golds supposed to be stunning? I don't get it." And then to Gade. "Hey, she came out of the gold egg, she has to be gold, even if she seriously lacks in the look department."
From the Sands, Isa glances at the two other. "I'd say she's beautiful. She's a queen in her own sense." She states, grimacing at Khiila and Wyoh. "Ain't she stunning in her own way, too?"
From the Sands, Shadowed Pioneer's Path Gold Hatchling tries to straighten her head, first thing, but attempting to walk that way doesn't go anywhere for her... she just reels and sits back on her hind end again. Finally, after a moment, she stands back up, turns her head back to the side so that her better eye is forward, and then bravely makes her way out away from the eggs towards the white-robed Candidates. The first that she finds and investigates turns out to be in no way acceptable, a broad-shouldered young man who she pulls away from with eyes whirling an alarmed yellow. Not that one!
From the Sands, Sweet Succession Egg tackles the problem with a staunch refusal to teeter again, not even to twitch or wiggle. With perfect balance the egg seems to bulge and contract, before another swelling brings faintly audible crackles. Visible lines begin to appear, and spread across the egg's surface.
From the Sands, Tasha shrugs at Wyoh, "Looks aren't everything, I mean...Wyoh, lookit you." she returns with a grin as her eyes flash from the lad to the gold again. "I bet she has a killer personality." she comments quietly. Then she just /stops/ in ehr tracks and her eyes dart from gold to the green in front of her... "Her name's Akhelamath!" Yeah, that was fast, but Tasha only has eyes for her green, not a bit of attention on teh gold anymore. One arm goes abount the green's neck and she beams. "You're hungry? Lets get you food then, darling..." she comments sweetly.
From the Sands, Khiila shakes her head isa-ways. "No, she's not, but then I don't suppose I was much to look at when I was born either." she winks and looks away to see where that green went again, cheering for the newest rider as impression occurs amid the shiny distraction. "Ah, lovely." and then its back to eggs with that occasional glance goldwards just to be safe from the very sharp claws all hatchlings have.
From the Sands, A Tale of Eons Past Egg is torn by violent shaking, leaving any doubt as to the previous movement's authenticity in the dust--its hatching is imminent! The quaking stirs up the sand and leaves ripples behind in its wake, a veritable seismic event as cracks form on the strained shell.
From the Sands, Gadeion nods slowly. "Yes, looks can be deceiving. Look at Wyoh for example!" DUCK! He chuckles a bit and turns to the side, making sure he can defend himself from the scrawny one if need be. Eyes occasionally shift over towards the gold dragon. "She is unique in her own way." The eye gives her character!
From the Sands, Sweet Succession Egg splits open to leave a dowdy green hatchling on the sands.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Ayrene and green Omnath >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Milowyn cranes her neck for a better view of the gold, squinting her eyes slightly as though it might counteract whatever heat distortions are present in the caverns. There's curiosity evident in the girl's gaze as she looks, waiting for a view of that eye that the other candidates are murmuring about.
From the Sands, J'cob shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know. It seems to affect how she walks if she doesn't adjust for it." The man sighs, one hand rubbing idly upon his stomach before he hurries out onto the sands toward Tasha and Akhelamath. "Congratulations. Follow me please." Grumbling quietly to himself, he leads them off to the side to join their fellows. Once more, it's back to Tylia he returns.
From the Sands, Lasse, assistant weyrlingmaster, scurries out toward Ayrene and Omnath. Quietly offering congratulations, she leads them in after J'cob and Tasha.
From the Sands, The Synthesis of Life Egg begins to wobble almost out of nowhere, suddenly spurred to motion by an inaudible signal. It bounces several times, jerking left, then right, away from the shards of other eggs which surround it. A final bounce lands it up on its side.
From the Sands, Isa grins at Gadeion. "Oh you, stop making fun of Wyoh." She remarks, grinning. "Oh! Tasha!" She remarks, surprised, and blinking at the girl. "Akeh...akhal..." No, this is one dragon name that's going to take a moment to pronounce. The next egg splits open, and she watches the next impressions with a smile.
From the Sands, Indira is distracted for a moment at least as the former stablehand becomes a Weyrling before she even notices Akhelamath is nearby. "Oh, well done Tasha. She's lovely." Indira's smile settles back, banishing that tinge of concern at least partially, and then Ayrene and Omnath add to the numbers of newly impressed. "So fast," she mutters, but her feet disagree and she shifts her weight a bit.
From the Sands, Tylia watches the gold thoughtfully for a few moments, giving a shake of her head, "Well, she'll certainly have to overcome it. We'll have to have the dragon healers look at it later." She soon manages to tear her gaze away from the gold's unique condition to look curiously at J'cob, "You alright, J'cob? The heat getting to you?"
From the Sands, Wyoh still doesn't seem to want to budge, "Whoever said looks aren't everything has to be pretty, because I've /never/ heard an ugly person say that." And as for the attack on Wyoh's own looks, the boy just offers a nonchalant shrug. "Well, obviously I must not look that bad, my bed isn't cold unless I want it so." And then Tasha's snagged away by the green and Wyoh bursts out into a fit of giggles. "That'll shut her up." And surely it did." But sadly the same trick doesn't work on Gade and he just gets a tongue stuck out at him before attention falls upon the newly hatched green and hesitantly back upon that gold. "I can't do it."
From the Sands, J'cob nods his head in distraction before jerking faintly and bringing full attention to Tylia. "Yes, I'll have that done. Perhaps it can be fixed. Perhaps not. Either way, she's very... different." Another glance to the clutch sire then back again. "Not the heat," he grumbles to his mate, giving a glare out to the general population of candidates. "I seem to have... eaten something bad earlier. Recovering from it." He waves it away, though, sliding his hand back into his mate's for the time being.
From the Sands, Shadowed Pioneer's Path Gold Hatchling steps very delicately on the hot sand, but stopping is not an option, not now that she's come so far. She boldly makes her way up to another set of Candidates, this time more appropriate girls, but turns away from them after only a moment's looking-over. Something about them repells her, sends her back seeking to the one who will be acceptable. She doesn't stop moving, surveying all of the Candidates down the now patchy semicircle. There will be no waiting for someone to come to her! Despite her odd... different-ability... she is not going to creel for food like a helpless little thing. She will seek, and find! Unfortunately, the finding part goes slowly for her.
From the Sands, Gadeion turns to Wyoh and blinks, "Can't do what?" He glances over towards the sands quicky, swallowing hard at the progress of the hatching. "Things are really beginning to roll, I wonder who is going to go next." Pure nervousness tinging his voice. So much for composure.
From the Sands, A Tale of Eons Past Egg breaks open at last... few structures can hold up to the fury of shuddering earth, even eggs that try so hard to imitate it. It bursts open in several places as fresh draconic limbs protrude, eventually loosing The Fun is in the Risk Brown Hatchling totally.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< The Fun is in the Risk Brown Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Wyoh gives a shiver, as if suddenly someone was talking about him. Eyes drift over to J'cob and there's a faint glint in his eye and the very corners of his lips flick upwards before back to the hatchlings he looks. And that gold. Ug. "I can't call her pretty. I just can't. Won't do it." Hands are unfolded from their previous resting place before he scratches at the side of his temple and tries to keep enough of an eye on her so he can jump out of her way if need be, but not stare directly at her. Oh look! Brown! Wyoh's attention jumps onto the brown. "Now look at him!"
From the Sands, Canister of the Heavens Egg rocks again, more intensely this time. Jagged veins, like lightning, strike outwards across the shell's surface and grow larger as if some explosion might be soon to follow.
From the Sands, Isa looks at the gold, smiling. "She's beautiufl." She remarks again. "Oh, that brown..." She says, her eyes wide.
From the Sands, The Fun is in the Risk Brown Hatchling awkwardly finds his footing into a standing position. He gives a bit of a shake to dislodge some of the larger clumps of shell and goo that nearly tips him sideways. A shaky sidestep has him on balance again and it's off to investigate this strange new place at a slowly accelerating wobble.
From the Sands, Indira nudges the boy to her left with an elbow, then jerks her chin toward the newly hatched brown. "Now he's a handsome lad. I like the dark hues." For her to make random conversation for no real reason shows how the tension and anxiety of the day are getting to her. She fumbles absently, plucking at her dress and then forcing a sigh from her lips. A quick glance is sent toward Gadeion and Wyoh to her right and she shakes her head. "Her coloring is unique and striking and none of the hatchlings are perfect and graceful." Why she's defending the goldling is anyone's guess.
From the Sands, Khiila ahs softly as the brown emerges. Nice looking fellow that. Two to watch out for now and the nerves are wearing down as time wears on, the heat getting to her in incremental stages. Hand wipes brow of sweat and darkens robe as fingers wipe away the heat and nerves upon the not so new fabric. A quick count of the remaining eggs, and only two doesn't take long to count and she just swallows, watches and waits.
From the Sands, Gadeion glances out and takes a step back, "That is one handsome brown. I wonder who..." Best to watch your feet, never know what may happen with that kinda movement.
From the Sands, Milowyn wrings her hands as she watches the hatchlings, shifting a bit nervously as she stands out there. Of course, Milowyn can't help but be a bit preoccupied with staring at the young gold. There's just something almost comical about such a little gold that in hear searching for a rider appears nearly feral in comparison to her partnered and somewhat more cultured looking dam.
From the Sands, Tylia peers back out across the sands at the gold hatchling, watching her for a few more minutes to be sure she can get around alright. "Well. The other eye seems fine. I'm sure she'll do alright. Maybe it just looks bad and she can still see out of it?" she considers, though there's still a hint of worry in her voice for the hatchling. J'cob's mention of eating something bad causes her to tear her eyes away from the hatching again and look at him with a frown, "What did you eat? And you can always get one of your assistants to fill in for you for the rest of the impressions if you're not feeling well."
From the Sands, Shadowed Pioneer's Path Gold Hatchling could use a defender, all alone out in the empty would of the Sands by herself. All right, perhaps she's surrounded by Candidates, a few remaining eggs, other dragons--but nobody who really understands. That is, nobody, until the moment when her whirling eyes set upon the tall woman with eyes that seem to reflect a little bit of the young queen's own self back. There she stops, looking askew at her chosen one, eyes imploring as they whirl from hungry orange to a blue-green like the sea. She spreads her wings wide for a moment, as if to declare that this, this is the one, then folds them up again neatly and makes her choice.
From the Sands, The Fun is in the Risk Brown Hatchling leans a bit too far to the right, his path arching off to that side of the cavern. He gives a stout, as stout as a hatchling can be anyway, chuff of displeasure at this turn of events. His feet still pittering along progressively faster are decidedly dug into the sands, slowing him down enough to stumble to a crouch in a puff of dust. Snort. He sets about planting his feet to stand again.
From the Sands, The Synthesis of Life Egg takes to dancing again, this time bits of colored shell flaking off and showering the sand around it in the process. In its weakened state the shell surely won't last much longer, but for now it clings together against the flurry of activity inside.
From the Sands, Isa grins at Indira in agreement. When the brown starts leaning and moving, she giggles slightly.
From the Sands, Indira opens her mouth as if to add something else, but then her jaw just hangs there, open. Never the most verbose of women, she is now struck utterly speechless and she blinks into one whirling eye. Though the other may be shadowed in cloud her smile couldn't be wider, more tinged with awe, and she raises her voice to say, "Geneveth. Her name is Geneveth." More quietly, breathless she adds, "And I think you're perfect."
From the Sands, J'cob's gaze shifts to the little brown, a faint grin given before gaze rises high toward the dragon ledges. He peers that way for several seconds before eyes drift back down to Tylia. "She might, just not as well. She doesn't walk like a half-blind creature will." Giving his mate's hand a reassuring squeeze, he shakes his head. "I don't think it was really what I ate, but what was in what I ate. And I'm fine, I'm just getting over it is all." He mutters something about the latrines before straightening his shoulders and heading out toward Indira and Geneveth. "Congratulations. I'll speak to you later about her eye." Motioning for the pair to follow him, he leads them to join the others before once more heading back to Tylia.
From the Sands, Khiila gives a quick cheer for indira and returns her attention to the brown and remaining eggs.
From the Sands, Isa claps a hand over her mouth in awe. "Indira!?" She remarks, gasping. Wow.
From the Sands, Gadeion just blinks silently towards Indira and nods, wow, that was....
From the Sands, Milowyn watches the gold's movements, of course. If nothing else, such observance will make certain that Milo's 'claim to fame' will be that she was there when High Reaches gained a goldrider. Surely that's got to count for something, right? "Congratulations!" she calls out to the new goldling. Her dark eyes linger for a moment on the pair before she looks back to the eggs. Oh my, where did they all go? So few left!
From the Sands, Wyoh flicks his tongue across his lips. "I still think you all are crazy, but I'll leave you to your opinions and I'll stick firmly to mine." He inhales slowly and puffs his chest, as if that little bit of extra bulk is going to make him in the right for his almost cruel opinion. But when the gold finally finds her lifemate he grins wildly. "Good match." Although Wyoh won't say why he feels that particular way. He'll just reach out and grab Gade's hand, there's a silent look to the other candidate before his gaze drifts back to the brown. Ah, yes, that lovely brown!
From the Sands, The Fun is in the Risk Brown Hatchling is back on his feetthough slightly less wobbly than before. As if he's caught sense of something nearby he extends his neck, slowly plodding forward. What he seeks doesn't seem to be quite as close as he thought though. Soon that slow plod is gaining momentum again, and this time, he's not veering off. He knows just where he's going and he's going to get there as fast as he can. Trouble is.. he's not exactly expert on those legs yet. He goes sprawing forward, slip-sliding until he falls right at the feet of a candidate.
From the Sands, Indira moves after J'cob with a careful eye to the young gold. At the first sign of a wobble she reaches out to steady Geneveth but the hatchling seems to have it well in hand, pushing on ahead of Indira without a glance at that helpful hand. The pair are quick to find their place and the new weyrling goes about feeding with her usual focus on the task at hand.
From the Sands, Canister of the Heavens Egg splits open to leave a wiry blue hatchling on the sands.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Ylyn and blue Neuth >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, Milowyn freezes. There's not a single muscle movement, not even the rise and fall of her chest as the girl holds her breath. Eyes as wide as saucers, almost impossibly so, stare down at the sprawled brown hatchling before her. "Ah... ah..." she stutters finally, voice weak as her face goes pale despite the heat. "Zemesuth?" she finally squeaks out, still /staring/ at the brown. Whattodo?
From the Sands, Isa blinks at Milowyn as she speaks. "What's the...oh!" She gasps, grinning. "Congratulations Milowyn!"
From the Sands, Lasse, the assistant weyrlingmaster, rushes out onto the sands and stops at Ylyn and Neuth's sides with a grin. Motioning them to follow her, she leads them off to the side of the sands.
From the Sands, Khiila grins for Milowyn and her new partner, yay! Things seem to be winding down, the blue emerging next finding his and leaving but one egg. She continues to shift one foot to another waiting for the inevitable end so she can find some relief from the heat.
From the Sands, The Synthesis of Life Egg has no more time for saucy dance moves. It breaks into gooey bits as the hatchling inside finally breaks free into the world, revealing to all the Piety is the Key Blue Hatchling who has waited so long to make his entrance.
From the Sands, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Piety is the Key Blue Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Sands, J'cob heads out against almost at once, stepping cautiously though hurriedly over the sands to pause by Milowyn and Zemesuth. "Congratulations. Follow me, please." Leading them over toward the other pairs, he leaves them there in the care of other assistants. Once more at Tylia's side, he tries to slip an arm around her shoulders, weight shifting back and forth.
From the Sands, Gadeion turns and watches Milowyn, laughing. "Congratulations Milowyn!" Poor girl just about looked like she died.
From the Sands, Isa grins at the new blueriders then her eyes turn to the last dragonet on the stands. She crosses the gaps in the circle carefully, towards Gadeion. Khiila and Wyoh are given glances. So many candidates left. Only one dragon.
From the Sands, Milowyn recovers somewhat, just as Zemesuth manages to pull himself together enough that he is able to stand back up. The sandy brown and the somewhat shocked girl follow along J'cob to join the assistants. And presumably there is meat there to help feed the ravenous youngling.
From the Sands, Wyoh peers off at Milowyn as she impresses and is directed off the sands. "Good luck Milo! See you around!" Hand goes up to wave to the girl but then his hand drops to his side and he reaches out to poke Gade in the side, whispering something to him before looking back towards that one lone dragonet.
From the Sands, Piety is the Key Blue Hatchling stretches out of his egg remains, standing in a slow, languid movement. With subtle shake of his head he snuffs at soemthing .. unpleasant in the air? Whatever it is it doesn't hold his attention for long, the thrill of discovery drawing him closer to the remaining candidates. He's not in the same hurry as his clutchsibling though. He stops to inspect the remains of other shells as he strolls, though they're only interesting enough for a quick once over and a snuff before the candidates turn out to be more attractive.
From the Sands, Gadeion peers at her and raises a brow. "Uh huh, you going to be jealous that my attentions are going to someone else. Or do you still fancy me?" D'oh! He did not just say that. Gade smirks and turns his head back to the last dragonet. "It's almost over any how. Back to old things."
From the Sands, Khiila looks excited for the last hatchling to emerge. A glance goes to the other candidates, so few now left, but more than one to many and she just waits to see whom the hatchling will favor.
From the Sands, Tylia casts a gaze across the sands, eyeing the last of the hatchlings to arrive. "One more," she remarks, almost sadly. "He sure is a beautiful shade of blue, though." She allows J'cob to put his arm 'round her, though she does give him a rather worried glance. "You sure you'll be alright to go to the celebrations afterwards? You don't look so well."
From the Sands, "That he is. Only one bronze, though." J'cob coughs into his clenched fist. "That's alright, Solarith," he says toward the gold. Nothing else is given as he looks back down to his weyrmate, hugging her tightly to his side. "I'll be fine. I'll be even better when I find out who did it. Besides, I wouldn't miss this chance. The cooks have been at it all day, you know." Gaze races out over the candidates again, lingering for a moment on Wyoh and Gadeion with suspicion before moving on.
From the Sands, Wyoh's eyes roll, "Whatever you say Gade. Think what you will. But I'm only going to say that once. You won't ever hear me say something like that again." Aint that the truth. And J'cob's gaze goes unnoticed as he watches that last hatching make it's almost painstakingly slow trek.
From the Sands, Piety is the Key Blue Hatchling stops, distracted by another bit of shell. This one he turns over a few times with his muzzle, inspecting it for some great mystery. Soon it too is left in the wayside. His heading is surer now. He's certain that whatever it is that's over here.. is very important. He doesn't just feel it. He knows it. He holds up his wings as high as he's able, intent on meeting what's causing this sense in a respectable position.
From the Sands, Hassaleah breathes a great sigh of relief, eyes on that last blue as he finds his way around. "Not bad," she murmurs. "Except..." Well, that one notable except, of course. "Have to find a dragonhealer to look at that. Hope it won't be a problem. Looks like a healthy group aside from that, and no duds, so we'd best thank our lucky stars for that."
From the Sands, Gadeion smirks and watches Wyoh and his observations of the remaining dragonet. There's something on the tip of his tongue, though he keeps his words to himself...for now.
From the Sands, Khiila just waits.
From the Sands, Isa is gripping her hands tightly.
From the Sands, Piety is the Key Blue Hatchling approaches his chosen within 10 feet, thrashing his tail in a slow, fluid motion. His steps slow one at a time until he's stopped. Sitting, he sways a moment, trying to balance himself as he lifts his head. The movement is like the shaking joyous reach for that final truth. Ultimate reward. A dream come to reality. This young dragon has found just such a thing.
From the Sands, Gadeion chuckles. "Your face says otherwise," he finally teases before...peering down at the dragonet before him. and he takes in a sharp breath of air. Blink, Blink? He reaches out, hesistantly at first. The pale look of surprise melts his expressionless face into a smile. "Svodamirth ? Of course, I do too. Let's go relax and get you something to eat!" He shakes his head and lightly hugs his new lifemate while glancing about on the sands towards the other weyrlings and the leadership. Where do they go? He was too engrossed with the sands...
From the Sands, Isa claps for Gadeion. Or G'ion. Who knows? She smiles at the new riders. "Congratulations..." She says, looking at the only other two left on the sands with her.
From the Sands, J'cob gives Tylia one last squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later tonight," he murmurs before moving off one last time across the sands, this time meeting up with Gadeion and Svodamirth. "Congratulations." A long look is afforded Wyoh before he motions the blue pair to follow him. "Come with me, please." With that, he leads toward the other weyrlings, though doesn't abandon the lot of them this time. Waiting until the neweset pair meets up with them, he turns toward the gathering. "Congratulations to all of you. I hope you have fed your dragons. Gadeion..." he pauses for the young man to insert his new name, should he choose, "you can feed Svodamirth when we reach the barracks. Let's get off these hot sands and into a place more comfortable. That way you can get your tired dragons settled in their couches and join everyone else for the celebration." Moving slowly, he leads them off the sands and presumably toward the weyrling barracks.
From the Sands, Wyoh lets his hand slip away from Gadeions as the blue finally makes its choice in one of Wyoh's best friends. He blinks a few times before forcing a smile upon tight lips. "Grats Gade." And then he's looking away and stares down at all the broken eggshells. "Well, it's over! Finally!" Laughter bubbles away from his lips and he turns around on his heel and starts to head out.
From the Sands, Khiila looks delighted for her fellow, well now former candidate. "Yay Gadeion!" and of course the reality of the last to be chosen she can't help but look over the empty sands.
From the Sands, Hassaleah wipes sweat from her brow--no small amount of it there, by this point. She gestures around to gather up those who are left. "Come over here, by the entrance, we'll get at least a breeze here," she calls. "Now, all of you, thank you for standing. I know it's hot out here, and we'll go get you a good meal and something to drink, and you can relax for once... and perhaps feel thankful that after all this time, you don't have to go feed a baby dragon now. But you're all welcome to stay on here and stand for our next clutch, and we hope you'll choose to do that. You can stay in the barracks for a few days, before you go back home if you're going, or we'll help you move your things to the resident dorm. Any questions?"
From the Sands, Khiila follows to entrance of the grounds, listens quietly and just looks relieved to be off the hothot sands. The future will come, but for now she just smiles and needs a drink "No questions. Thank you Ma'am." stepping quickly outside.
From the Sands, Wyoh dips his head at Hassaleah before disappearing out of the entrance/exit.
From the Sands, P'aolo undoes his collar, pulling on the fabric a bit to fan himself as he strolls towards the exit. The problem now? He needs a bath and these are his nicest clothes. What's he supposed to wear now?
From the Sands, Too ordinary for notice, that's how most would categorize Roslina ordinarily. A dark-haired Tillek girl in the middle of a cluster of Candidates, she pays diligent attention to the eggs rocking on the Sands, to the exclusion of the conversations going on around her. Her attention is rewarded swiftly--as soon as the gooey green egg, always her favorite, cracks open and leaves a pretty and less-gooey-looking green hatchling on the sands, she steps away from the group. The dragonet makes a beeline towards her, and the first Impression is made: "Her name is Franith!" calls the newest Weyrling, her shout too loud to ignore, even in the galleries above.
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From the Sands, Regal in bearing, magnificent in stature, pride in every lithe motion. Delicately lined head tapers to a rounded muzzle dipped in pure copper while tawny fingers weave along a neck long and slender. Mahogany dominates each proportioned line and limb, shadowing into deeper echoes along paws tipped with galaxy'd sparks of obsidian. Large diaphanous wings are sailed with sun-warmed russet, mingling and twining with soft hints of mahogany and speckled copper. Thick haunches are kissed with light and dark, streamlined and perfect. A long tail brings together everything, tickling lines of each hue found within the rest, dipped, painted and splashed.
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From the Sands, The Weyrwoman's favorite, that's what everybody's been calling Rindill since he was Searched out of the Woodcraft. Aside from the craft affiliation, he's so quiet and well-behaved--and nearly of an age with her unruly children, one might note. The bronze left behind in the shards of the entrails egg is a regal fellow, all clean lines and straight back and none of the sticky ickiness of his former home. It's not the older, taller boys he notices, but the little redheaded boy. R'dill is unaccustomed to making his voice carry, but there are tears on his round cheeks when he shares, "He says that he is Jeseniuth!"
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From the Sands, Much of the verdant coloration of this stout hatchling appears to have faded, as though constant sun has withered it almost completely away, leaving nothing but a dull yellow-green. Hints of olive have escaped the washed-out areas and hide along the tips of her ridges and the very tips of her headknobs. A slight hint of bleached ivy scrolls across her robust chest, encircling her arms and settling at her feet. Along her underside and belly, untouched by the elements, a hidden treasure of vibrant viridian springs to life, flowing all the way to the spaded tip of her rather thick tail. Swatches of aged lemongrass touch at her flanks, tail and along her back, speckled here and there with almost marbled jade. Flawless color flows from her shoulders up across her wings, gilding the outer edges with touches of emerald and sage. The color begins to turn pallid across the lengths of her wing membranes, the vivid hue dimming away to an almost nonexistent shade of chartreuse.
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From the Sands, The essence of the jungle appears smelted into this dainty malachite lady, swaddling her like new blooms on a vivid rolling meadow. Light and dark sprinkle randomly over her back and cast a mottling of pale lime and holly, as though branches were casting shadows across her hide. Faint whorls of sun-kissed moss touch at her cheeks, flowing along her delicate muzzle and down her svelte neck. Soft viridian brushes her thin forearms, splashing into pools at her feet, obscuring any brightness that may have been there. Bright yellow-green blossoms across her chest, draping across her belly and under her tail before fading into the leafy foliage of the spaded tip. Pure light falls from her shoulders in the form of her wings, their color almost twice as intense as the rest of her petite body. A faint bit of light through her thin wing sails causes them to almost glow, like rays of sun shining through the veined surface of a leaf.
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From the Sands, A cell, a perfect structure, but this one is breached by a blue so twisted that only his rider could love him--he erupts from his prison with surgical precision, but stumbles about for some time unable to decide where he is going. He looks first to one of the older boys, then a voluptuous young woman distracts his attention, but just as quickly he's off investigating his own eggshells. It is only when young Darben of the Techcraft catches his eye that he sees what he really wants, and Impression is made immediately. "Yes, Bertoth, let us go and investigate some food," says the lad, too intent on his dragon to remember to speak loudly enough to be heard in the upper reaches of the stands.
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From the Sands, A cloud of golden dust has settled, faintly shimmering, over this gold's hide like a dry trail. Though she cannot be called small, her short-necked, compact build lends her a more petite aspect than she could otherwise claim. The stocky frame is not made so by excess fat or muscle, but rather a firm solidity to the square shoulders and boxy wings. If her color is that of light, her left side is marred by its absence, a nearly bronze dusk settled over wing and side. The gloom coats the left side of her head as well, and somehow has settled as a lingering cloudiness within the faceted eye. Her features make up for what her body lacks in softness, her nose rounded and jaw line an undemanding curve. A distinguished air is lent to her by the high forehead and delicate head knobs, but they are tilted off at an odd cant by her attempts to compensate for the bad eye.
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From the Sands, Such a frumpy thing for a new-hatched green, she is decidedly chubby about the middle but without the baby-cuteness of most infant creatures. That lack perturbs her not at all, as she sits on a bit of eggshell and pushes another around in the sand with her muzzle, leaving abstract trails behind. While she dawdles, Ayrene stands alone away from the other Candidates. Weird girl. Peculiar. Big spectacles, a fascination with insects... Odd, most would say. But she watches the dragonet with an intensity previously reserved for trundlebugs, and when the doodling is done, the green returns her look at last. "She is Omnath! How remarkable!"
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From the Sands, A wash of bold, heat-scorched brown winds about the well-built proportions of this dragon. Charred earth come animate, he has little in the way of variation as far as shading goes but for the exception of his wings. Sturdy spars are touched with subtle accents of sand, the bay tone being predominant in the main bulk of his wingsails while the trailing edges turn crisply dark once again. Broad shouldered and barrel-chested, his muscular magnitude and hulking limbs are needed to support the sizeable wings he sports. Each talon holds the odd distinction of having some pale russet marbling in it, though by far the main hue is the most predominant. A large head is home to portly head knobs and heavy eye ridges, his muzzle somewhat rounded. Neck and tail share similar distribution of lean, working muscle, leaving the majority of his mass in his body. His faceted eyes hold a subtle knowing of some numinous secret.
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From the Sands, Baylyn is High Reaches' chatterbox, that's for sure, and so perhaps it's fitting that while the lanky blue is stepping out of the shards of his cracked silver egg and emerges into the world, she's deep in conversation with a friend and barely sees him. For his part, the dragonet spends his first few minutes of life in the world trying to simultaneously inspect one of the remaining eggs and stay out of the view of the Candidates. The two would almost seem destined to never meet, but a sound from behind startles the hatchling into a heedless sprint in the direction of the white-robed adolescents, and only that one girl is too distracted to get out of the way. He comes up short, eyes meet, and they are one. Ylyn cries only a single syllable, "Neuth!" Then she is lost in him, and they are escorted off the Sands together.
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From the Sands, Plummy indigo hide is patterned with a subtle mist of blue gray, fogging over much of the intensity of the base shade. He's of athletically slender build, limbs sinuous and body agile. Shoulders and haunches are gracefully wider, giving him a more steady stance without unbalancing his proportions. His talons are a dark midnight blue, splotches of a similar color haphazardly placed across his wing spars. Midnight threading trickles down from the wing bones to lace out over lighter blueberry sails. The ridges down his spine have a subtly redder tone, as does the hide about his eyes. His muzzle is faintly angular, balancing out elongated head knobs. The blushing blue is also of note across his stomach.
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